Then the cold came. It was so cold my cats were shivering in the house, my turtle went into hibernation...and so did I. I didn't move for at least two weeks except for from my bed to my computer, which is only five steps. Walking anywhere else in my house would have exposed my feet to the icy conditions of my hard-wood floors.
One day I was fortunate enough to be invited over to my friend's house for a LAN party (for those of you not an uber-dork, a LAN (Local Area Network) party is a bunch of dorks who unplug their huge desktop computers, haul it to their friends, plug them back in, and then begin to annihilate each other in a mass free-for-all of one game or another.)
Not only was my friend's house a comfortable 70 degrees, but he loaned me the game of the evening, Warhammer: Soulstorm.
This game would go on to steal my soul, consume my winter break, and save me from the cold.
So what else have I been up to, you ask? I had a lovely Christmas with my little sister, played in the snow (for 10 minutes, I hate the cold!), and then finished my break caring for my ill husband, who is suffering from a bad case of Pnuemonia and Bronchitis.
And now, my readers, I too, have this same illness. Lucky, lucky me. On the upside, laying around at home, too sick to even play games, I think I'll have some time to write.
Blessing sometimes come in small, germ-covered packages.
